I get many letters from people who say about the same thing: “If you’ve made it maybe there’s a chance for me.” In other words, they know I’ve been fucked around pretty badly but I’m still here. I don’t mind them getting onto that as long as they don’t beat on my door and come in and babble their troubles to me over a batch of 6-packs. I’m not here to save the People, I’m here to save my own coward’s ass. And typing words down while I’m drinking seems to keep me on the roll. o.k.?
